a hurricane of yuck

ne of the wonders of moving and going through stuff is that I occasionally rediscover old music scores with stuff I composed or started to compose or jotted down in a hurry because it was stuck in my head or needed to compose for a class. I downloaded the latest Finale NotePad and got to preserving some of the more interesting bits so I could throw out the paper score sheets and make room. Some of it (like my first ever super-crappy organ pieces) are just getting tossed because they're quite honestly rubbish. That's not to say what I'm about to share is really all that great, but in comparison... well, at least it resembles music. And it's amusing.

( music and musings behind the cut because it's long )

So there you have it. It's a glimpse into my musical closet. Please pardon the cob webs and piles of junk precariously stacked and ready to topple.

"The aim of music is not to express feelings but to express music. It is not a vessel into which the composer distills his soul drop by drop, but a labyrinth with no beginning and no end, full of new paths to discover, where mystery remains eternal." - Pierre Boulez